Day 7: Na'ama Bay

This evening we went for an (Egyptian) fish dinner at Safaraf (seafood restaurant) in Na'ama Bay. On the menu, you couldn't order crab, but you *could* order a "carb". Hehehe. Ahem. (I didn't quite manage to take a photo coz the waiter came to take our order waaay too quickly, who would've known! Next time, for sure.)

Fish fish fish. NOMNOMNOM.

The "lantern" for the candle on the plate is a tomato!

Anyhow. It was tasty. And the restaurant was nice, although the nice balcony-esq place we were sat at overlooked (basically) the Hard Rock Cafe's dumping ground. *thumbs up* (We chose to sit overlooking the restaurant stairs instead of the dumping ground.)

Then we headed to unt bar (the Camel Bar) which was pretty sweet- I had a Lipton Lemon Ice Tea = TASTY. NOM. E£30..! (Alice's small glass of red wine was a whopping E£55!!) So pricey, but very nice atmosphere and pretty much overlooked Na'ama Bay.

Camel Bar & its view overlooking Na'ama Bay

So Na'ama Bay is basically tourist-central. It's where all the posh (and not so posh) hotels are. It's "the happ", as it were. Rather different from Old Sharm.. More trendy. And more organised.. Proper shops (with doors etc.), not just stalls small shops (with no doors). But Dr Adel says stuff you buy in Na'ama Bay is always priced at least 10x its value, even with bartering. So I guess souvenirs will have to be from Old Sharm (± a bit of bartering..)

Work-wise, you will be pleased to hear that our DCS man has left us today, although he has not been given the all-clear. However, he was desperate to get home, so Dr Adel let him go (with a modified Rx regime, to make sure he was fit-to-fly) with a view to continuing his hyperbaric recompression therapy at a chamber nearer home.

We also had another case of ?DCS or ?pneumo-enchephaly on Thursday. He's been in the chamber with our DCS man twice now and will be back tomorrow to see if he is fit to be discharged.

Oh, and the geckos are back. Yay!

There is much to tell, but now I must go to bed. It is late and we must pay the beach (and our friend, Totti, the beach-owner) a visit tomorrow am, seeing as we snuffed it this morning for more sleep.